Ye streams! if e'er your banks I lov'd, And thou, my grot! whofe lonely bounds May Daphne praise thy peaceful gloom; III. The ROSE-BUD. EE, Flavia, fee that budding rose, SE How bright beneath the bush it glows; How fafely there it lurks conceal'd; The fun with warm attractive rays Then guard, my fair! your charms divine; While here more happy, more fecure. The The breath of fome neglected maid The nymph reply'd, " You firft, my fwain, "One envious tongue alike disarms, charms. "What is, unheard, the tuneful thrill? "Or what the rofe's blufh, unfeen ?" IV. Written in a Collection of Bacchanalian Songs. ADIEU, ye jovial youths, who join To plunge old Care in floods of wine; And, as your dazzled eye-balls roll, Not yet is hope fo wholly flown, And And fee, through yonder filent grove, The fole confufion I admire, V. Imitated from the FRENCH. ES, these are the scenes where with Iris I stray'd; YES, But fhort was her fway for fo lovely a maid; Yes, these are the meadows, the shrubs and the plains; How fair was my nymph! and how fervent my love! I With With her how I ftray'd amid fountains and bow'rs, H I. On a ROOT-HOUSE. ERE in cool grot, and moffy cell, We rural fays and faeries dwell: Though rarely feen by mortal eye, When the pale moon, afcending high, Darts through yon' limes her quivering beams, Her beams, reflected from the wave, Would Would you then taste our tranquil fcene, Be sure your bofoms be ferene; And much it 'vails you, in their place, And tread with awe these favour'd bow'rs, Who dares our hallow'd haunt profane ! OBERON. II. In a fhady Valley, near a running Water. ! Let me haunt this peaceful fhade; Nor let ambition e'er invade The tenants of this leafy bow'r, That fhun her paths, and flight her pow'r. Hither the plaintive halcyon flies From focial meads and open skies; Pleas'd, by this rill, her courfe to steer, And hide her faphire plumage here. The |